Friday, June 06, 2008

OBSESSION can be a great songwriting subject. This one definitely isn't from personal experience -- I've never been obsessive about anything worse than playing Tetris.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE

Last night you slept with my ex-girlfriend;I shouldn’t care, ‘cause we’d reached our end.But it twists something inside of me,The pain that never lets me be.That’s why I know who you are;That’s why I know who you are.

I’ve watched you laughing at her side;I can’t help myself, I’ve tried.And even though it made no sense,I knew you laughed at my expense.That’s why I know who you are;That’s why I know who you are.

There’s a gun in a box, under my bed,And one of us may turn up dead;Not sure which I hate the most,You or her or my own pale ghost.For hatred cries out in my heart,Urging me to play this part;Lord, help me if I go too far –I know who I am and I know who you are.

You held her hand at a restaurant;I knew it was an open taunt.And if I must deal with my shame,I won’t be the one to blame.That’s why I know who you are;That’s why I know who you are.

I feel this poison steady seeping;I fear to wake what’s best left sleeping.Self-control is bound to giveWhen I have no reason to live.That’s why I know who you are;That’s why I know who you are.